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Stranger Danger! Lyrics
"You girls watch out for those weirdos."
"We are the weirdos, mister."
Yo
A legion of ghosts
In search of hosts are
Inducing a distortion of hope
Into you, cause they know
That you’re susceptible
To those childhood lies that made you feel expendable
You’re influential, but impressionable
To the cultural influence of the millennial
Hollywood filth that’s formed you into you,
That made me who I was before I knew the truth
Left home after dark, no sign of daylight
A stranger followed me home that night,
An impostor who planned to take my life,
A dangerous being granting me insight
You can say we all go a little mad sometimes,
But this one cut me open with a kitchen knife,
Lived with me, became my guide;
Like a surrogate parent, but a fraud in disguise
Another pair of eyes on the other side
A different part of me replacing the part that died
They welcome you to the new age
With open arms, but blood on their hands
Intoxicate you
With a false sense
Of a sixth sense
To put your heart at ease,
But lay your soul to rest
Dull your senses, you’re defenseless,
But you don’t call home unless you’re feeling restless
You ran away without a sense of direction,
A gifted child with a lack of guidance
Followed a paper trail of candy wrappers and tattered maps
I was hungry and lost, then caught in a trance
Lured in by a fantasy, a handful of treats were outstretched to me
By a friendly face in a dark alley
Hypnotized, abducted by apostasy,
Thinking knowledge would be fed to me, instead it fed off of me
Outsider, outsider
Insiders at your door with a psychotic endeavor
Outsider, outsider
They want your spirit, but they only want it severed
We are the rejects, the weirdos, and the freaks,
The strangers who no one wants to meet
We sought the secrets of the unseen,
But in our own naivety,
We were easily misled by our own curiosity
To a slaughter that felt like home;
A safe haven that made us think we belonged
Where do I belong?
"We are the weirdos, mister."
A legion of ghosts
In search of hosts are
Inducing a distortion of hope
Into you, cause they know
That you’re susceptible
To those childhood lies that made you feel expendable
You’re influential, but impressionable
To the cultural influence of the millennial
Hollywood filth that’s formed you into you,
That made me who I was before I knew the truth
A stranger followed me home that night,
An impostor who planned to take my life,
A dangerous being granting me insight
But this one cut me open with a kitchen knife,
Lived with me, became my guide;
Like a surrogate parent, but a fraud in disguise
Another pair of eyes on the other side
A different part of me replacing the part that died
With open arms, but blood on their hands
Intoxicate you
With a false sense
Of a sixth sense
To put your heart at ease,
But lay your soul to rest
Dull your senses, you’re defenseless,
But you don’t call home unless you’re feeling restless
You ran away without a sense of direction,
A gifted child with a lack of guidance
I was hungry and lost, then caught in a trance
Lured in by a fantasy, a handful of treats were outstretched to me
By a friendly face in a dark alley
Hypnotized, abducted by apostasy,
Thinking knowledge would be fed to me, instead it fed off of me
Insiders at your door with a psychotic endeavor
Outsider, outsider
They want your spirit, but they only want it severed
The strangers who no one wants to meet
We sought the secrets of the unseen,
But in our own naivety,
We were easily misled by our own curiosity
To a slaughter that felt like home;
A safe haven that made us think we belonged
Where do I belong?
Song Info
Submitted by
herald4 On May 06, 2020
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